Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic. If I did, I'd be filthy rich. And I wouldn't be writing a fanfic. Now...
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Sonic: Hunted
The bright autumn sky cast strong orange hues over the metropolis of Station Square. It wasn't often that Sonic stood in one place long enough to notice this type of thing, but he was feeling unusually good that morning. Eggman hadn't been seen for nearly six months, giving Sonic and co. some well-deserved rest.
That fiend that had plagued all life in the world was believed retired, grown weary of his constant efforts that led only to failures. Even Sonic was beginning to believe it.
Or maybe not, he thought as an explosion sounded in the distance. Quick as lightning, Sonic was on his feet and hopping down to a lower rooftop. A microsecond later, he was at the scene of the crime, just as baffled as everyone else.
An explosion had been heard, but there was no visible damage. The sound came from a bank, but nothing was missing. And no one was left inside.
Sonic dashed into the bank, and was given his fair share of distance from the cops inside. He quickly, though cautiously, made his way to the vault, examining along the way for any Eggbots.
"Nothing in here looks to strange... nothing that belongs to Egghead, anyway. Wait, what's this?" A metal cube was sitting in the corner. It was shiny and polished to perfection. "This isn't anything I'VE ever seen before..."
Slowly, carefully, Sonic reached out toward the cube. One inch... half inch... quarter inch...
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Everyone outside braced for the explosion...
But it never came. "What? This thing is a tiny tape recorder!" exclaimed Sonic, utterly baffled as he picked it up.
A moment later, he vanished in a bright blue sphere of light.
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Sorry for the shortness of this chappie, but the next should be up by Saturday (IF I'm not playing Battlefront...)